Tifa

It was beauty in its purest form. It encircled us, there, at that moment; it ebbed and flowed through the trees, around our bodies and into our souls. It was a whirlwind romance in the truest sense of the word. We went through so much together, we became so close.

Yet we became confident, brave and arrogant in our abilities. Ironically it was our own presence that spawned the seeds of discontent. And then. Then the truth. I was not who I claimed to be. I had convinced myself of the lie. This was only my reality.

I was broken and destroyed. My consciousness was pierced and my dreams haunted.

I had a choice. Having cracked the fragile frame of double fantasy, was I to continue? Should I face my ghosts and grow? Or was I to shy away and throw myself upon the mercy of despair?

As events transpired it was less my own courage and more the necessity of circumstances. I chose the former. I evolved to include the past within the present. My heart flowed broad and full like a river, a blessing and a danger to those living near. This was the origin of all virtue.

Every night I lived in a place that existed only within the patterns and designs of a piece of silicon, tormented by the slow rape of concentrated light.

Humanity has failed. We betray our roots and exhaust the life force of this planet. Mankind has enjoyed its last frontier. We will die with this wretched world. There will be no escape.

And finally, with all hope gone, only our fantasies will remain.

Pop Quiz

I got an email from a friend today. One of those annoying ones with a million questions for you to fill out about the person that sent it to you. I normally ignore them. But since the person that sent it to me was pretty cool I thought I'd do it. Now imagine my utter delight when question FOUR (that's right, pretty high up the list) said "Do I believe in God?"

Hehe, the God's if they did exist, were with me then. So, since I know you all love this topic, and I myself have found it to be a great topic of discussion to lose friends by, I bring to you my whirlwind answer to the question:

Do I believe in God?

I don't know if you do or not, i suspect your one of those who does, but yet doesn't really believe in organised religion. Which is exactly the attitude you should have because i have undergone something of a 'spiritual' journey since i went to the hotbed of white Christian hatred... America - and i have decided that God simply does not exist. The problem is I can't prove to you that he doesn't. In fact - all i can prove is that at the beginning of time - something must have existed - but that thing co uld quite easily have been a spec of dust as it could of been an all mighty God. (and if it was a God - thankfully it can be nothing like the Christian god). The best analogy i have ever heard (and one that quite conveniently side steps logic) is that God to us is like the chef to the pancake. While he made us - we are so totally different we have no way of understanding. which while is a nice philosophical trick. is nothing more. personally i despise organised religion because the torah, bible and the Koran, far from being enlightened texts, are, in my opinion nothing more than reams of seething hatred that promote distrust and suspicion between human beings. By attending an organised church i believe you are guilty of murder, theft and rape simply by association. I may put a fiver in the plate as it is passed round - £4 of that might go to housing homeless cats. But £1 of it will go to campaigning against the rights of woman’s and gays. Going to church, in my opinion, is like working in the admin department of Nazi Germany. While you yourself are not killing anyone, you are supporting a structure that is. So there.

I know your all bored of this now. But I find nothing else fires the passions of hatred in my veins more than the sign of that accursed cross.

But cheer up, I'm not all that bad. I just bought the best of Roy Orbison.

Hippies

Alright, alright. So in this Blog I will finally answer the one question I know you have all wanted to ask, but never felt you could. That’s right. I’m going tell you why I am a member of the Green Party.

The Greens are a bunch of crazy, tree hugging hippies that are itching to legalise all drugs and to pass laws that will force you to eat only what you can grow. They want to reduce the military to a non-nuclear and non-carrier wielding self defence force. They want to tax the British airline industry out of existence and keep us all firmly rooted where we belong. They want to increase energy bills by making the UK 100% reliant on wind, wave and solar. They want to place a ban on all new roads being built and would like to kindly ask you all to get on your bikes, or else.

Thankfully, they will never be elected. And, more to the point – they never have. They do not have any MP’s nor have they come close to getting any. They do not control any local councils and they only have two measly MEP’s. They also have a Peer. And in the last election they slipped to 5th in the rankings as the BNP smoked them at the lights.

I am a Green simply because I do not view them as a serious political party. I view them as a campaign group. My reasoning is as follows: When UKIP and the BNP win votes –The Government takes notice. They soon come out with a smattering of policies designed to lock up Muslims and blow raspberries at the French. So I say, if it can work for racists – why not the environmentalists? I want to scare the major parties into being Greener. It’s the only language they understand.

The environment, as we all know – is reasonably important. But I am not someone who thinks we should leave things untouched, on ho. I am a horribly greedy Green. I think we should protect the environment – but only so that we can better exploit it in years to come!

I love all things nuclear. I love cars. I love the military. I love restrictions on drug users that force them into crime. I love aeroplanes. I love testing products on helpless animals (if we don’t – India will). I love bananas and I want my food grown in Africa, not Suffolk. I love eating meat and I’d probably love hunting too.

But the last thing I want is for Mother Nature to pull the rug from beneath my feet as I’m enjoying myself.

So I vote Green.

But on another note, if I didn’t vote Green, I would certainly vote for the Chameleon, not the Communist.

Ticktock

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going - right?

Wrong. When the going gets tough the tough tends to bury itself in deluded fantasies. Just enough to support my need to live in comfortable denial. So given this talent of mine, I can happily say that I’m feeling pretty good at the moment. I have seven days left of the Easter holidays and I intend to fully enjoy them. I’ve even begun to read ‘Mars’ by Ben Bova, a book I have been meaning to read for a long while and I have also been using this time to re-watch a lot of my favourite films. Good times.

What I most certainly do not have to do is write, from scratch, thirteen thousand words for the 24th April. Certainly not. Oh no, not little old me. I’d never get myself into that sort of mess. If someone gave me an entire year to write a ten thousand word dissertation, boy, it would be so damn good. So good you wouldn’t believe. Imagine the sorts of resources I could use! I’d probably take the time to check out the public records office in London, that would be a great place to start. Then of course I have all those newspapers, I could take my time with them – make sure I was really clued up about the period. And the biographies, all those biographies of the key characters I could read up on. Just to make sure I didn’t miss a thing. Yer, that’s what I would do.